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My grandma loves telling this story: When my dad was six or seven years old, he was playing with a friend in the backyard. At one point, his friend said to him, "Your mother has big breasts." My dad gave him a very confused look and responded with, "Only chickens have breasts."
I used to believe that breaking an arm or a leg meant that the limb actually broke off of the body. I was horrified of this happening to me an always had the deepest respect and sympathy for friends who had broken bones.
I used to think the word 'belly' was a swear word, and would get upset if I heard someone say it.
I used to think that my bones would wear out if I bent them too much. I guess I did not understand about joints. So at night, I would sleep with my arms and legs and back perfectly straight so that I would not wear out my bones. Now that I'm 65 with arthritis, I think maybe I was on to something.
I lived near a high school when I was growing up, and one day I asked one of the football players coming home after a game what he had in his duffle bag. He told me that football was a violent sport, and he had body parts of the players that got beaten up in the game - I believed him for years, and concluded that he was taking them home to bury them in his backyard!!
I used to believe that women who wore high heeled shoes did so because that was the actual shape of their foot, heel, wedge and all.
When I was about six, I had the theory that if you ever broke a bone it was replaced by one of your smaller "bones" (actually just ridges) that covered your Adam's apple. It would fall into your stomach and expand, then float to wherever needed repair. When you were old and all of your bones had been broken, you would no longer be able to feel your Adam's apple because all your bones had been used. I believed that seriously and told my dad about it, who didn't discourage me from the idea until I was in third grade.
When I was little, I thought some people (I didn't notice it was always women) had naturally bright red fingernails. I felt sorry for them, and was grateful that mine were clear.
When I was little my dad told me I was born with unusually large feet and that since his feet were really small the doctors surgically switched them so that our feet would match the rest of our bodies.
I used to think that bodily tissues were kleenex sheets that grew in certain parts of your body.
When I was little, I met a person who lost her fingers on one of her hands because they got caught in a fan. I thought she was secretly a Powerpuff girl.
When i was a kid one of my mom's friends had her arm amputated off at the elbow. It had healed up since the last time i saw here with the arm that it was a clean nub. I believed she could take her arm off and put it back on like a magic trick. Similar to the severed thumb trick.
My dad convinced me that the blue vein you could see on the bridge of my nose was there because he squished a blueberry on it when I was born. He had me going for a while with that one!
I used to wonder if everyone else's mouth was wet inside or was it just mine?
My best friend across the road thought my dad was a vampire because he had his four front teeth missing, she would run screaming from our house because he never put his fake ones in unless he had to, he would hiss at her very, very often.
I use to believe that you always had to swallow your saliva in your mouth every 8 seconds or so. I found out when I was 7 that you didn't when I watched an interesting show on TV. I was so engrossed that I forgot to swallow and actually thought I would die.
I use to think that the white stuff under your nails were how many times you lied. now i just know its scuffs on your finger nails.
I used to believe that "spare ribs" were extra bones that weren't medically necessary, and could be removed like an appendix or spleen. This belief was bolstered by an urban legend about Marilyn Manson having some lower ribs removed, that I heard later in life.
This belief was debunked, last month, by my fiancee. I'm 29.
When my sister was 4, my mother told us that my grandfather had to have surgery to have scar tissue removed. She went around to everyone in our neighborhood and told them that our grandfather had to have Kleenex removed from his nose.
In an effort for me to brush my teeth when I was younger, my mom told me that cavities were little white bugs (similar to head lice) that would live on my teeth. She even got our dentist in on it, so of course I believed them.